Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.